All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ryan’s POV“Uncle Ry-Ry!” Molly squealed with excitement and vaulted off the sofa. “I thought you weren’t coming!”I caught her mid-jump and swung her in circles.Those precious giggles made the day’s weariness melt off my bones.“I told you I’d visit you tonight, Mols.” I grinned, setting her down.“You’re late.” My niece glared up at me and shook a finger. “You’re lucky Mommy let me stay up past bedtime to see you.”I wagged her favorite hazelnut chocolate in front of her.“I guess you’re too angry with me to accept this.” I sighed and pretended I was going to open it. “I’ll just have to eat this my–”She tried to jump for the chocolate, but I held it above my head. “Only if you promise to eat it tomorrow–I don’t want your mom to murder me.” I said, glancing sideways with feigned fear.Molly nodded solemnly. “Mommy will definitely murder you… Okay, I promise.” I handed her the chocolate, and her big innocent eyes suddenly gleamed with malice. “Only if you promise to take me to visit

Third-Person POV***Earlier that day***Vanessa narrowed her eyes when the officer undid her handcuffs. When he let her walk into the visiting room alone and closed the door behind her, she knew something was up.If she’d learned anything in jail, it was that privacy was a luxury.But when she walked down the row of booths and saw her visitor, the special treatment made sense.If a man as wealthy as Maximillian Edwards wanted privacy, he’d get it.Vanessa sat on the plastic stool, mildly impressed that Andre had made this happen. She did her best to look pitiful as she reached for the phone, hand trembling. “Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Edwards. It’s been a difficult past couple of days.” She said shakily. “I don’t care about what happens to me, but my daughter deserves a better life.” She caressed her belly over her jumpsuit with a gleam of tears in her eyes. “Please–I need your help.”“As much as I sympathize with your situation, Miss Abrams, my hands are tied.” He said int

Celeste’s POVToday was a big day at Rosemary Atelier.I arrived early to spring clean our untouched conference room–we never needed it before. But this morning the studio was buzzing with excitement as everyone settled into their seats in the spacious room. After falling pregnant and believing my dreams were dead for years. After fighting against everyone’s doubts–my own included. After rolling with the punches, the sabotage attempts.I was finally here. “I’m so delighted to welcome you all to our team.” I said, smiling at the fresh faces. “My name’s Celeste Sinclair, also known as Rosemary, your CEO and Creative Director here at Rosemary Atelier.” I gestured to my business partner beside me. “This is Grace Matthews, our COO and Managing Director.”Grace introduced the new hires.“This is Rachel, our new bench jeweler, who will be helping Celeste keep up with orders as we expand the business.” She said, pointing to a quiet woman with smile lines around her eyes.I looked at the next

Celeste’s POV“Celeste, none of this is true.” Ryan shook his head. “You’re kind, dedicated and loyal. Not the monster they’re painting you to be.” He said it with such certainty, I almost believed him.“I abandoned Bonnie and put all my energy into designing.” I said with a shrug. “Denying it would make me a liar too.”Grace interjected. “They’re saying you emotionally abused her. That you caused her mental breakdown.”My mouth fell open.I had always treated my daughter with love and respect.“If anyone’s to blame for her mental state, it’s Damien and Vanessa.” Ryan tilted my head to face him. “You didn’t abandon Bonnie. You tried your damndest with her until it became clear your efforts were in vain.” His voice rose, eyes fierce with passion. “Do you think you deserve to have your career ruined over this? Because I sure as hell don’t.”Grace nodded in agreement. “Ryan’s right, love. Just look at some of these comments.”She read from Jenny’s phone. “Your kids should always come b

Celeste’s POV“Everything alright with you and Ryan?” Grace asked from the doorway.I ended my call with Damien and sighed.“I really don’t know.” I tapped my phone against my chin. “I think that was his misguided attempt at looking out for me. Or maybe he just hates Damien–I mean, who could blame him?”She snorted. “No one. Ever.”But then she stepped into the room and chewed her lip, clearly anxious.“What’s bothering you, Grace?” “You need to get him under control, love. We can’t have an assistant running around the studio, barking out orders. Things are different now.” She tried to lessen the blow with a thin smile. “It’s frankly unprofessional, Celeste.”The criticism hit hard. It was valid, but that didn’t stop the sting to my pride.“You’re a CEO, Ryan’s an assistant–you need to keep that hierarchy in mind, okay?” She said, squeezing my arm once before leaving her office.I stood alone, gripping my phone.Day one with our new hires and I was already getting a talking to from